Finish line

Endurance and fortitude
Tested by the hour, on the hour.
Body aches. Bleared-eyed
Sleep deprived thoughts drop on infertile soil
Sounding judgemental , I am not.
Not my best work, but I did it.
Some of the poems are close to my worst work.
Gained more than I’ve lost. Learned some new, applying it where I could.

The end is in sight!

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